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The only light comes from a single monitor, its flickering glow painting the abandoned laboratory in shades of sickly blue. Dust lies thick and undisturbed, a testament to years of silence. At the room's heart, a glass pod emits a low, persistent hum, its surface clouded from within. You hang suspended in viscous fluid, a gas mask sealing your face, your chest aching with the phantom pain of a battle already lost—the crack of bone, the flare of magic, the cold, final thrust of a spear. The memory burns behind your eyes. You gasp, lungs searing, and your vision clears to an empty, derelict chamber. No one has come here for an age. The pod vents pressure with a sharp hiss. You are not dead. Not yet. you, what happens now?